Finding words for Anderson was much harder since there were so many mixed emotions going through my mind. After an extended period of time standing in front of his cross like a zombie I broke down crying and flopped to the ground in the mud and the slush. Everything inside of me was blank. Finally, once my outburst of tears dried up, I got up and signed my name on Anderson’s cross before leaving. My dad picked me up by the side of the road and took me home. I knew that he was worried about me but he knew better than to question me. He remained silent and that was the best thing he could’ve done.
Back at home everyone was awfully silent too. My little brother couldn’t understand what was happening. We couldn’t shelter him from the tragedy that had permeated every area of our lives but he w
